Time: Night
Location: I WANNA GET OUT OF HERE - The Pit
Interaction with:@FunnyGuy@Pyxis@Potter@princess
Lupin tried his best not to shift awkwardly, keeping the best he could his poise as the vampire girl ordered drinks for him. It didn't reek of poison, even if the alcohol seemed a bit cheap, but that was on par with the place. He took his cocktail in hand and pondered why would anyone even do that to a whisky. But well, who was he to judge. Noveau Cuisine and that all. He had made his fair share of experiments too. " Indeed I am,
Ma belle amie. I have come here seeking a place to let my old bones rest until i expire my last." He finally said. "So this place kind of fits the bill. I guess that's not the same for your case... You seem... vivacious enough." Lupin began talking, swirling the drink in his hand. He wished he could get an aroma out of it, but between the lights, the infernal noises, and the
smell of humanity it was a poor attempt. He could swear at least seven people were in intercourse right now. In the dancefloor.
You want to forget and be forgiven. But that's beyond your reach. You don't belong here, Lupin. You belong six feet deep, in the human made hell of that trench. Lupin gnashed his teeth. It was one thing trying to restrain himself from running from all the noise, but now he was getting flashbacks? He was beginning to be wracked by guilt.
"For Jean Pierre, my battle brother. Best friend I ever had. May his soul rest in peace." He solemnly said.
Well, it's not a dance, but the woman with the well-endowed bosom is here. It's the thought that counts, right?. He added as he downed his drink. I bet he would smile that crooked smile of yours. If he could. The last memory he had of him came back to his mind.
Leaking brain matter, half of his head missing. Lupin's stomach churned, threatening to spill the drink. "Ugh, I am sorry...
mademoiselle... I ... this is wrong. I should not be here, at all. Goodbye." He excused himself hurriedly, and tried to reach for the door.
Except he had forgotten the critical detail that he should have used the backdoor instead, and facing the same smell he had noticed earlier, plus a couple of his friends.
Merde.
Time: Night
Location: Ember Grove Hand of God Church
Interactions: Damien @FunnyGuy
Frida resisted the temptation to slap the man silly. One was taught to turn the other cheek, but what was that about? Associate of father Johnson or not, this was a church, and she
supposedly was a nun. He had some superficial looks that would have smitten a novice, but her will was not that weak. What a horndog.
"The work of the Lord never ends, and I serve the Lord." Frida replied, politely, but with enough hint of an icy edge to tell the man to cease in his attempt. Not only that, he was also spouting something about God not reaching far off places... and he was reaching for her crucifix. She did not rebuke his attempt, too busy restraining herself to not appear excessively livid with the disgusting display.
A reaction. The crucifix she had made of silver and enchanted, long time ago. It would burn his skin if one were not careful. And while most superstitions thought that someone who was burned by a crucifix was likely a demon, Frida knew the true reason for it. Her eyes suddenly narrowed, and felt her restraint wane even more.
How dared he. One of the accursed beasts in the house of God, no less. Her friendly front shattered in pieces, as her face turned into a snarl expression, her eyes penetrating and blood curling, full of righteous fury, one could say.
"Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s wife." Frida repeated, adding an invective to emphasize the situation.
"Ill-begotten spawn of King Lycaon. Pray tell me what is your business with the House of God, lest I invoke the Lord's Wrath upon ye. I shall give ye exactly one chance, for I detest bloodshed in this hallowed ground." 
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